Page 42 of A Raven Reformed

Michael walked away from her and sat in a chair. He crossed his ankles and rested his clasped hands in his lap, seeming completely at ease, but she knew it was a facade. Try as he might to hide it, his anger settled over the room like a heavy fog. When she didn’t move, he raised a brow. She knew the words without him even having to say them. If he had to repeat himself, there would be consequences. Would he stop even now if she asked him to? Probably. But it was better if she kept him busy until he calmed down a bit.

She removed her coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Everything else can just be left on the floor,” he said, when she repeated the same thing with her belt.

“Yes, my lord.” She removed everything down to her chemise and drawers and stood, waiting for his next instructions.

He didn’t give any. He just raised that irksome brow again, as if she should already know what he wanted.

“Do you want me to go to the bedpost?” She was irritated and it came through in her voice.

“No, I want you to finish removing your clothes.”

For some reason, she felt oddly vulnerable as he sat there, fully clothed, watching her every move. She removed her drawers and finally pulled her chemise over her head, allowing it to slither to the floor with the rest.

“How did you get that bruise on your hip?”

She looked down, and he was right, there was a blue mark there. “I don’t know. I didn’t even realize I had a bruise.”

“Raise your arms and turn slowly so that I can see the rest of you.”

He wanted to see if she had any other injuries. If she did, Isaac would undoubtedly pay a price for them even though he hadn’t caused them. She prayed there were no other marks on her body as she slowly turned in a circle, her arms out to her sides. She breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t mention any.

“He didn’t hurt me, Michael. This is all just a big—” Before she could finish, he was out of the chair and across the room, looming over her.

“This body”—his hands skimmed down her back and wrapped themselves around her bottom, squeezing firmly—”belongs to me.” His head swooped down and heat engulfed her nipple as he drew it roughly into his mouth. Belle nearly choked on a gasp as desire flooded her body. “Understood?” His face was barely an inch from hers.

“Yes, my lord,” she said breathlessly.

Using her backside, he lifted her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She quickly obeyed his order, and he carried her to the bed. Placing her on the edge, he immediately turned his attention to her other nipple, laving it relentlessly with his tongue as she squirmed and gasped for breath. What was happening? Why was he doing this instead of punishing her? She didn’t understand.

Suddenly, Michael grabbed her ankles and tipped her backwards with her legs spread wide. Before she could even register what was happening, his mouth was between her thighs. The tip of his tongue spiraled its way toward the place that was already begging for him. Pleasure burned hot within her. What was he doing to her? Why was he pleasuring her while he was angry with her? And why did she not really care? Her body thrummed with need and she didn’t want him to stop.

“Michael!” Her voice was hoarse with need. He continued to circle and her hips bucked of their own accord, trying to force him to the place she wanted him most. She felt his lips turn up in a smile against her flesh. He was purposely teasing her.

“Michael, please!” He wrapped his arms around her thighs and tugged her closer, the searing heat of his mouth finally engulfing her desperate nub.

“Oh God,” she panted. The vibrations of his low growl heightened the incredible sensations even more. His face was not quite smooth, and it prickled against her delicate skin as he moved his mouth.

“Squeeze your nipples,” he ordered, his gaze locking with hers as his tongue continued its exquisite torture.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

“I will continue just as soon as you do as you were told.”

Without further hesitation, she grasped her nipples and a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She had never touched herself like that.

“Good girl.” With an appreciative growl, he dived back between her thighs. The pleasure that scattered through her was sharp and powerful. Each flick of his tongue had her body twitching and writhing.

Just when she thought the incredible sensations couldn’t grow any stronger, he plunged two fingers into her, forcing a desperate groan from her. The pleasure they created was so forceful, it was nearly too much for her to handle.

“Oh God, Michael.” Her voice was raspy and desperate.

The wave of ecstasy grew until finally it crested, washing over her. A loud moan tore from her throat. Her entire body convulsed, and nothing existed outside of Michael and the pleasure he was bringing her. Nothing could feel better than this moment.

When she finally calmed, Michael stood and looked down at her, but the smile on his lips was callous and smug. “Did you really think he could pleasure you better than I can?”

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